I’m in one of those moods where all I want is to fuck my brains out. Thankfully for me, I have a boyfriend that is willing to oblige me. As soon as we get home, I go back to the bedroom and get the thousand dollar fuck me shoes out. I was serious about what I said in the pool.
I walk out of the bedroom naked and when I get to Eric, I look him in his eyes and say, “I want you to treat me like I’m your dirty little slut.”
He gives me a wicked smile and grabs me by my hair, yanking my head back. He drags the tip of his nose along my neck and he kisses my jaw.
“My slut is going to get on her knees and worship my cock. Praise him for giving you so much pleasure,” he commands and a deep, gravely sex voice.
“Yes, sir,” I say in a shaky voice.
He pushes me down onto my knees, keeping my hair in his tight grip, and licks his lips. “Be a good girl and take my dick out so I can fuck your mouth, Sookie.”
I reach up to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He’s already hard since I had my hand on his cock the whole way home. I tug his pants down over his ass and then lean in to lick him from base to tip several times. My hand wraps around his thick base and my mouth moves to his balls to lick and suck each one before I go back to licking the length of his shaft. My tongue flicks against his tip, licking up the pre-cum, and then my lips wrap around his head to suck it.
Eric growls and my hand starts gliding up and down his length while my mouth focuses on his head. I rub my tongue over that sensitive spot for a few seconds and then I take him deeper. I go slowly, letting my tongue bathe the underside of his thick, rock hard erection. My head starts to bob and I moan around his shaft.
“That’s a good little slut,” he growls, “You know just how to suck my dick… you love it don’t you?”
I pull off of him just long enough to say, “I fucking love it,” and then I’m right back to bobbing on his shaft. When he nudges the back of my throat, I swallow so he can fuck my throat.
“Mmm, I love it when you do that,” he moans and tightens his hold on my hair as his hips start to thrust. Hard.
I groan and it makes Eric growl again since his cock is down my throat when it happens. I grab onto his hips and I feel tears stinging my eyes. I moan again and after a minute I have to pull back to breathe. I suck in air and my hand strokes his cock. Eric lets go of my hair and wipes my tears with his thumbs before painting my bottom lip with my tears.
“I’m so in love with this mouth, baby girl,” he whispers. “You’re always so good at giving me just what I need.”
I smile at him and open my mouth nice and wide for him. He gently strokes my hair back with one hand and guides his tip back between my lips with the other. He starts thrusting in a slow, steady pace to ease me back into it. Finally he holds the back of my head and starts working his cock down my throat again.
“Do you want me to cum down your throat again?” he asks as his hips start moving faster in long, deep strokes. “Do you want me to pump your mouth and that hot little snatch full of my cum, Slut?”
“Mmhmm…” I hum around his shaft. Hearing him call me a slut in this moment makes my pussy gush and I reach down to rub my clit. I need the friction badly.
“No,” he growls. “You don’t get to touch that pussy until I give you permission.”
I whimper but move my hand away. Instead I hold my hand up to offer him my wet fingers. He sucks each of my fingers, dragging his tongue along them.
“Perfect,” he purrs in his sex voice. He’s giving me exactly what I want.
Determined to make him cum, I hollow my cheeks and start to suck him harder. My hand wraps around his shaft to stroke him and it twists with every stroke. My other hand goes to his balls to rub and tug on them gently.
“You’re working awfully hard, Beautiful,” he tells me. “I’m starting to think you might look even better with my cum dripping off your chin.” His cock starts to pulse in my mouth and his balls tighten a little.
I pull back and keep stroking him with my mouth open to catch his cum. My eyes are locked on his and I see his stomach twitch in my peripheral vision right before he cums.
“Oh fuuuck,” he hisses and his eyes stay on mine. He’s still breathing heavily as he wipes up what didn’t make it to my mouth and he offers it to me. I suck his thumb and my pussy clenches when he licks his lips. “You still want to be my little slut, Sookie?”
I nod and lean in to lick the last of his cum from the tip of his cock.
“How would you feel if I bend you over the back of the couch and push all four of my fingers deep in your greedy cunt?”
I whimper at the thought. I’m so turned on right now that I’ll probably do anything he tells me to.
“I want it,” I tell him.
“Mmm, good. Get up, slut,” he commands and takes a step back.
“Yes, sir.” I get back to my feet and step over to the couch. “Here?”
“Mmhmm, bend over and show me where you want me to touch you.”
I bend over the arm of the couch and reach down to rub my pussy. I’m so wet right now. Two of my fingers easily slide inside me and start pumping in and out.
“What did I say about touching yourself?” he growls and smacks my hand away, skimming over my clit in the process. “That’s my pussy and I say when she gets to be touched.”
“You told me to show you where I wanted be touched. I was following your orders,” I say with sass.
“Don’t talk back to me, Sookie.” He raises his hand and brings it down hard on my left cheek.
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else. He pushes my legs a little wider and grabs my hands, holding both wrists down at the small of my back. I keep my eyes on him as he sucks on one of his fingers to get it wet before he drives it deep into my pussy and starts to twist and wiggle.
“I love that you’re already full of my cum,” he smirks and pushes a second finger into me.
“Your slut likes it too,” I moan.
He adds a third finger and asks, “Is my slut ready to cum all over my hand?”
“Fuck, yes. Make me cum hard for you,” I plead.
Eric lets out a sexy little chuckle before he says, “What my slut wants, my sluts gets,” and I feel him work a fourth finger into me. He wiggles until they’re in deep, stretching me tight. He starts to pump in and out, twisting and rubbing over my g-spot with each stroke.
“Mmm, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. I think my girl really likes it when I stretch her like this.” He holds my wrists with a firm grip and uses them to pull me back on his hand as he pushes forward, fucking me hard with his fingers.
“Oh my God!” I cry out. It’s a very tight fit and he’s never been this rough with me before, but it’s just what I need right now. “Eric please… Make me cum for you, baby. I need it so bad,” I whine like a wanton little whore.
He twists and starts rubbing his fingers over my spot and his thumb swipes my clit a few times. He bends over my body so his lips brush over my ear when he growls, “Cum hard, slut.”
I swear my eyes cross when my orgasm hits. My knees go weak and I scream Eric’s name. Every part of me is shaking and for a minute I can’t breathe.
“Oh look who’s hard again,” he says and I can hear the wicked smile in his voice.
Eric picks up my trembling body and sits me on the coffee table. He kneels down between my legs as I fall back and he sends an aftershock through me that bows my back when he rubs his head over my clit. Eric doesn’t ask if I’m ready or if I want to stop. He pulls my thighs up and drives in as he yanks my body down, my ass slapping into his hips.
“Is this what you want?” he growls as he slams in over and over. “Your tits look perfect bouncing for me like that…”
“Yesyesyesyes!” I scream and my arms fly up to grab the edge of the coffee table above my head.
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder so he can reach around and stroke my clit.
“Wanna see how many times I can make you cum?” he asks and stops moving so he can rub my pussy.
“Oooooh…” I groan and my walls grip his shaft. “Please, Eric…”
His hips start to slowly thrust in and out as he plays with my folds. His eyes are locked on the spot where we’re joined and he tells me, “You are gorgeous everywhere, Lover… seeing your cunt all stretched around my cock makes me so much harder for you.”
“More,” I pant. The things he’s saying are barely registering in my brain after the last orgasm.
He wiggles one of his thick fingers in alongside his shaft.
“Like this?” he asks as he slowly fucks me.
“Ohmygod!” My back arches again. I’m going to be sore tomorrow but right now I don’t care.
Eric pushes in deeper until he finds that sweet spot and he starts to rub while his thumb hits my clit.
“Cum one more time and I’ll fuck you like you want me to,” he demands.
My body is so sensitive at this point that I could probably cum on command alone, but his fingers rubbing my g-spot and clit are almost too much. I can’t even scream when I cum again. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. My pussy just clenches so hard I push him out a little bit and my body shakes.
“Mmm,” he moans. He pulls his finger out and grabs my hips so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the morning, but ask me if I care. He starts pulling me down harder than before and his hip bones are digging into the backs of my thighs. I can hear him panting and he grips me harder. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire and I can barely hear it when he shouts something before he fills my pussy with his thick release.
“Holy fucking shit, Baby doll,” he groans.
His orgasm triggers mine and I cum one more time. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had and the next thing I know, I’m crying. I’ve never cried from an orgasm before.
Eric gathers me in his arms and pulls me up. He plops back on the couch and settles me on his lap. I feel his fingers brush my forehead and his lips on the tip of my nose.
“You okay?” he whispers as he tries to soothe me.
I nod and sniffle. My cum drunk brain decides it’s a good time to say, “Three. I want three kids with you.” It makes zero sense, but I’m temporarily out of order.
“I’ll give you as many kids as you want if you stop crying,” he coos and kisses my forehead.
I bury my face in his neck and it takes another minute or two for me to calm down. I hug him tightly and the last thing I remember is Eric rubbing my back before I pass out.
I don’t know what the hell came over Sookie, but I’ll always give her whatever she wants. That includes calling her a slut and fucking her stupid.
I rub her back until she passes out on my lap. I slowly get up from the couch and carry her to bed. I lay her down and slip into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth so I can clean my cum off of her. I already know she’s going to be sensitive for the next couple days.
Once I know she’s settled I take a quick shower and grab a snack. I’m pretty worn out so I set the coffee pot for the morning and climb into bed next to my girl.
♦ ♦ ♦
When I wake up in the morning Sookie is awake with two cups of coffee sitting on the nightstand.
“Morning, Buttercup,” I grumble. I roll over and grab her around her waist and pull her against my chest.
“Morning,” she says and kisses along my jaw. “Sleep good?”
“Like a rock,” I smile. “How are you feeling?” I rub up and down her hip.
“Should I expect you to get all slutty again on me anytime soon?” I ask, “It was pretty fun.”
“Mmm… my vajizzle needs some recovery time. You gave it to me good, Schmoopy,” she says and nibbles on my jaw.
“I figured you’d be out of commission for a while. Hell, I’m sore from how hard I was fucking you.”
I give her a quick kiss and roll over to grab my coffee. I have a giant cup I use.
“You left me some pretty party favors,” Sookie says. She stands up and tugs her shorts down a bit so I can see her hip.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Pumpkin.” She has five Eric sized fingerprints on her hip and I assume she has a matched set on the other side.
“I’ll live,” she smiles and sits down on the bed next to me. “There is something I feel like I should tell you since my dad tried to bring it up last night when he was bickering with Senior.”
“Okay,” I say warily.
“About six months after I moved in with Quinn I had a pregnancy scare. When I told him I was late I was freaking out because even though I loved him, I wasn’t ready for a baby. He told me if I was pregnant he expected me to ‘take care of it’ on my own,” she says.
“I’ll fucking murder him if I ever see him again. He’s a piece of shit, Sookie and it pisses me off that he would ever say anything like that to you. To any girl for that matter. I promise if we had a scare I wouldn’t let you do anything on your own, even if we didn’t work out,” I say. She knows I love kids and I hope she isn’t worried I would pull some Quinn shit on her.
“I know you wouldn’t. You’re nothing like Quinn,” she says, stroking my arm. “I just didn’t want you to hear about this from my dad. He wanted to fly out here and kick Quinn’s ass. He was really pissed at me for not dumping Quinn after that. I guess I probably should have, but the truth is that if I had been pregnant, I probably would have had an abortion. It felt hypocritical to dump him for saying out loud what I was thinking.”
“Baby, we all make mistakes. Quinn just happened to be a three-year mistake,” I wink and lean over to kiss her cheek. “For what it’s worth I wouldn’t think any less of you if you would’ve had an abortion. No one should ever tell you what you can and can’t do to your body.”
“I really, really don’t miss him,” she tells me.
“I’m enough to make you forget any man,” I growl and lean over to give her a lingering peck. “I love you, Honeysuckle. I know whatever happened in our pasts brought us to where we are right now. You’re my best friend, pretty girl, and I love the person you are. Things like Quinn helped you grow to be the perfect girl I’m looking at.”
Sookie tears up and kisses me back. “Thank you,” she whispers. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Eric. I just want you to know that.”
I smile and wrap her in my arms. I lie back so she’s laying on my chest and I kiss her head. We lay in silence for a while snuggling as I rub up and down her back.
“Have you checked on your parents?” I ask after a few minutes. My mom probably has enough food for an army. I just hope Michelle didn’t get in the kitchen and try to take over. There would definitely be a fist fight.
“Yeah, they’re hungover and having breakfast with your folks.”
“I’m glad no one was killed,” I chuckle. “I’m sure Mom is planning a trip to Louisiana already.”
“Probably to stake out a nice place for the reception,” Sookie snorts.
“They have to talk us into getting married first,” I wink. And then it hits me. “Oh God. They would try to trick us into getting married if we said no.”
“It brings a whole new meaning to the words ‘parent trap’, doesn’t it?” Sookie giggles.
“Why did we introduce them?” I chuckle.
“So they would know who their offspring is swapping DNA with to make their beautiful grandbabies.”
“If I remember correctly I promised you three,” I say and kiss her forehead again. We haven’t really talked about kids, but I can definitely see Sookie mothering my babies one day.
“Actually, you said you’d give me as many as I want if I’d stop crying.”
“Hmm, true. You know I can handle at least thirty at once. You have to do the hard work and make them, so yeah… as many as you want.”
“Yeah, we’ll start with one and see how that goes,” Sookie laughs.
“You’re going to be a great mother,” I whisper and tilt her head up so I can kiss her lips.
“As long as the kids don’t expect Mommy to cook for them.”
“We’ll teach ’em young Daddy is the food giver,” I tease. “You can be the snuggler with your great tits.”
“Then you’ll be doing the laundry too since I’m sure any kid of yours will require constant snuggles,” she teases right back.
“Hmm, maybe we’ll share in the snuggling duties. Let’s hope they get your balance,” I laugh. I tripped getting into the shower last night.
“Awww but baby you love doing laundry,” Sookie giggles. She’s done all of my laundry since I asked her, except for when we first got back from our trip.
I growl and push her back so I can nibble on her neck. She should really know better by now, because she allows me to get control of her hands. I hold her down and I start tickling her side.
“I’m gonna unleash the tickle monster if you keep up your teasing,” I growl.
“You started it, Schmoopy,” she giggles.
I tickle up her side to her rib and she bucks her hips to try to get me to stop. Of course I don’t. I keep tickling her ribs and move from side to side.
“I’ll get your thighs next, honey pot,” I tell her and her eyes go wide. I think she almost peed on me the last time I tickled her thighs. I’ve learned the limit.
“Don’t you dare!” she squeals. “I will not be held responsible for where my knees land on your body if you go there!”
I give her an exaggerated evil laugh and pin her push her legs up under my thighs. I get that spot right at the top of her inner thigh.
“Eric Thomas Northman Junior!” she full name’s me and squirms while she laughs. Yeah, she might pee.
I wait until she gasps and I know to stop. I flop down on her, but I don’t let go of her hands.
“You alright down there, Giggles?” I ask and give her a raspberry on her neck.
She squeals again and she pinches my nipple.
“Ask me again when I’ve caught my breath,” she says.
“Aww, but you’re so cute when you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe,” I tease and raspberry the other side.
“Eric!” she half squeals, half whines.
“Nope, that’s not the magic word.” I give her another raspberry and tickle under her arm.
“Nope.” I get under her other arm and nibble her jaw.
“Butter my butt and call me a biscuit?”
I laugh and say, “No, ma’am.” My hand starts creeping down her side again.
“I love you?”
“Aww, baby, I love you too.” I don’t have a set word. I just wanted to give her time to calm down before I tickle her thighs again.
“Your beanbag chair is going in the garbage if you don’t get off me?” I can’t tell if she’s kidding.
Better safe than sorry though. I kiss her chin and hop up to my knees.
“Don’t you dare threaten my beanbag chair,” I gasp.
“Hey, I stick to what works, Schmoopy,” she says.
“Smart girl,” I laugh when I feel as though the chair will be safe.
“Are you hungry?” We might as well get up and start getting ready for the day. Plus her parents might need a ride.
“Yes, I am. I ate banana when I woke up but that was almost three hours ago.”
“Do you want another cooking lesson?”
She sighs and says, “I guess I can’t be pretty counter decoration forever.”
“You can if you really don’t want to learn,” I say and get up from the bed. I hold out my hand to help her up.
“No, I should.”
“Mmhmm, the kids will need a backup in case Dad gets sick or goes out of town for anything.”
“That’s what they have speed dial and grandma for.”
“Oh God, you know if we have kids she’s never going to leave, right?” I say, rolling my eyes.
“If she won’t go peacefully, I’ll sing her out.”
“Perfect,” I smile and kiss her cheek. I grab my coffee and we head out to the kitchen. “What are you in the mood to learn?’
“Whatever you want to teach, Teach,” she says.
“Waffles?” I ask when I open the pantry. “We can have bacon too. You know how the bacon works.”
“I do. Waffles are good. Can I put whipped cream on inappropriate body parts of yours and lick it off after we eat?”
“Um… do you really have to ask?” I don’t know where this libido came from, but I’m happy with it.
“Well I don’t want you to feel like you’re just a piece of tasty man candy I can lick on anytime I want.”
“Oh, you’re welcome to. I’m always available for your licking needs.” I start taking out the ingredients for waffles and placing them on the counter.
“That’s good to know.” She pinches my ass and gets the parchment paper out for the bacon.
“Sugar pie, I’m not complaining, but where did this need for hard, slutty sex come from?” It’s fantastic, but I’m truly curious. “Or is this just a side I didn’t know about before?”
“I just wanted it,” she shrugs.
“Okay. Believe me, you can have it whenever you want it. I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that hard in my life,” I chuckle and find my favorite mixing bowl.
“Me either. I never cried from an orgasm before.”
“I dated a chick in college that cried every time… not that you wanted to know that.”
“Every girl is different,” she says casually. “I dated a guy that thanked Jesus every time he came.”
I laugh and make a mental note to thank Jesus the next time she blows me.
“I had a one night stand with a squirter. She freaked me out. I didn’t know women could do that and I thought she pissed on me,” I chuckle.
“I don’t know a single girl that can do that,” Sookie says. “I know I never have.”
“I’ve read that any woman can if stimulated correctly. I don’t want to try it though. I’m really good with keeping your cum out of my eyes.”
“Ditto,” she laughs.
“Grab the measuring cup and spoons,” I say. She knows what a teaspoon is now and how to measure ingredients. She’s already come so far.
I walk her through measuring everything and putting it into the bowl. I hand her a whisk and get the waffle iron out to start heating it up.
“Baby doll, how did you get batter on your face?” I ask when I look at her again. She has a splatter on her cheek and another on her forehead.
“Huh. I really wish I could witness one of these talented incidents.” She burned herself on hot cheese during a grilled cheese flip once. It always happens when my back is turned.
Sookie burns the first two waffles, but that was to be expected. About halfway through eating she has a slip up with the whipped cream and ends up on her knees to clean it off like she wanted to.
Once we shower for the day we head over to my parents’ house to pick up the Stackhouses. I’m really glad they all get along, but knew Corbett and Dad would love each other when I opened the door for him. It’s a nice, lazy day that ends in one more epic blowjob that makes my eyes cross. God, this woman is perfect. I think the moms have something. I would be an idiot not to marry her when the time comes.